... that the capacity to 'endure' is VASTLY over-rated?
Enduring this drama...
Someone said to me that other day, that my job right now is to simply 'endure'... and that she marvelled at my capacity to endure... that she didn't know how I was holding it all together...
AND everything that needs to be done is turning into an epic challenge, with seemingly endless roadblocks and obstacles and U-turns...
Holding the reality that a wish to go back to Australia with the boy, has a real chance of turning into me losing custody of him, as his father attempts to paint me an unfit mother...
And what judge - the henchman of the oligarchs - would think me otherwise, looking at our financial and living situation, at my views and choices on "educating" the boy, at my philosophical and political views, at my activism?
What to do to head that off without legal help, without completely turning myself inside out for the system...
What will I do to keep custody of the boy?
What principles will I cave on?
Will it be enough to simply withdraw my Intention to Relocate Notification?
And I have to face this - tomorrow...
Am not 'prepared' in the legal sense because I have no energy or desire to play this game - I just want to go in there, speak my truth and have that accepted...
I'm full, feeling desperate, overwhelmed, on the back foot, confused, bewildered, alone, panic-stricken...
And yet, I am not the clouds...
I am the always-present sky through which the ever-changing clouds of my emotions form, reform and evaporate as they pass across the sky...
This too, shall pass...
I surrender...
What will be, will be...
(and no, that doesn't mean I give up - it means I give up my desire to control the process and the outcome, I let it unfold...)
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